Random story numero uno: THIS ONE'S BOYXBOY! You have been warned.

Umm... yep, this is just a lot of fluff, really. Just little drabbles. More to come. Just me writing whatever comes to mind.

Annnnd finally: I could never possibly own Gakuen Alice.

Enjoy!

FORGET IT

Ruka felt really bad.

Kokoro and Kitsneme were playing beer pong with Anna and Nonoko close by, hanging all over the two, laughing and flirting and spilling drinks. Even Hotaru was uncharacteristically relaxed as she lounged in an armchair, flirting a little with Yuu, unaware of the inappropriate position she was in, inattentively exposing herself like Mikan often did. And as for that pigtailed brunette, she had puked and passed out a long while back, being the biggest lightweight any of the kids had ever seen.

But Ruka and Natsume were seated on the couch, uncharacteristically close, and Ruka's mind was reeling with a million different thoughts as he watched his best friend rocking back and forth like it was the most entertaining ride in the world. Natsume was completely 100 percent smashed, and we were talking so far fucked that he was guaranteed a blackout and a massive hangover and he gave up all self control hours ago. As for Ruka, he was lightly buzzed; a nice warm feeling that was barely there.

And yet his mind was reeling with inappropriate things that he wished he could blame on alcohol.

Ruka had coaxed Natsume into four beers, after which, Natsume had loosened up a little and then played five rounds of a drinking card game called Under the Bus with Ruka. Natsume lost miserably, and after 'going under the bus' five times, he'd had a third of a bottle of cherry vodka straight.

Now Natsume was a shit-faced mess, and Ruka was babysitting him on the sofa as he tried to reach for another open can of beer that wasn't even his.

"No, Natsume," Ruka swiped it from him. "I think you've had enough."

"But… but… I'm… not even…drunk," Natsume slurred.

"Of course you aren't," Ruka said patiently, and Natsume giggled. Hearing such a thing come from him just proved he was gone.

Natsume burped and went on to Ruka, speaking a hell of a lot more than he ever did usually, "You know, Mikan… she… she did the funniest thing the other day…" he started laughing uncontrollably, without even finishing the sentence.

"That's great, Natsume," Ruka said, and he watched the other party-goers as Natsume continued his drunken babble. Ruka really didn't want to hear anything about Mikan. He was in a strange mood. Natsume kept trying to get his hands on more drinks, and Ruka continued to take them swiftly away.

"Wonder how Mikan is," Natsume managed to say, and Ruka reminded him,

"She's asleep. She got sick, remember." Some part of him was upset that Natsume still managed to think of her. This was the sixth time he'd asked about her, his drunken mind forgetting everything short-term.

All of a sudden, Nonoko screamed, and a launched ping-pong ball came flying at Ruka. He ducked, and in return the ball hit Natsume in the face.

Everyone stopped and fell silent. Nonoko shrunk, looking scared about whatever scary punishment Natsume was going to inflict now, but Natsume just burst out cracking up. It was a sigh of relief as they all knew he was way too drunk to be himself.

Screaming and squealing increased as time went on and boys grew grabbier, girls teased more, and bottles emptied. Cups spilled, things broke, and everyone was now stumbling, falling and oh God, touching way more than they needed to. Ruka looked up and realized that Yuu and Hotaru were on the floor together, and Koko, Kitsuneme, Anna and Nonoko were all falling on top of one another, making a bigger mess every second.

Ruka was done. He could deal with drunks. He could deal with Natsume being giggly and even with Mikan throwing up, but he didn't want to watch other people grope each other and he didn't want to hear it anymore after the first something glass got smashed.

Ruka stood and moved to go upstairs, and Natsume, realizing no one was listening to his rant any longer, called, "Where you going?"

"Upstairs…" he paused, his mind going back to that place. "You wanna come?"

"Oh, yeah," Natsume said it as if he'd forgotten that it was something he was already planned to do. He stood up, but his knees wobbled, and he instantly fell down. Ruka came to his side and yanked him up by his waist, leading him ever so slowly up the stairs.

Natsume laughed cutely. "Thanks, Ruka."

Ruka blushed at the thought that he just had of Natsume being cute. But it really was something to hear him laughing so much.

Ruka opened the door to an abandoned bedroom and turned on a bedside lamp. Natsume naturally flopped down on the bed, too wobbly to stand.

Ruka scowled, wondering if he could take sleeping in the same room as drunken Natsume. "Natsume, you're gonna have to move over," he told his delirious best friend. "I'm not sleeping on the floor."

"Mm," Natsume replied and slowly wrenched himself over a few feet, seeming to struggle. He collapsed again, almost suffocating in the pillow. Something about that started him laughing again.

Ruka moved to Natsume's side and sat on the mattress. His mind reeled with the forbidden. Natsume, in a drunken haze, would do just about anything Ruka asked. He was already not himself; giggly and vulnerable, it would be so easy… too easy for Ruka to do what he so much longed for.

"It's cold in here," Natsume complained, looking at Ruka.

"And?" Ruka questioned. Since when did Natsume whine about silly things like cold? Right, when he was plastered. Ruka wasn't sure if Natsume qualified as a "bad" drunk or not. It wasn't bad, he was just night and day different. Cold, sullen, mean, Natsume became suddenly smiling, vulnerable, and soft.

"And," Natsume murmured, kind of slurring. "You're not gonna come closer?"

Ruka's heart jumped. No! How could Natsume tempt him like that?

"Seriously, I'm freezing," he went on, his eyes pleading with Ruka.

Ruka chewed his lower lip until it bled a little as he lie down ever so slowly beside Natsume in the king-sized bed. He took care to leave a few feet between them, even though his entire body was burning to grab Natsume right now.

Through the cool sheets, a warm hand found Ruka's and pulled. And in a second, Natsume was snuggling up to Ruka's side, hugging him around his waist.

"It's no use unless you come closer."

Ruka, practically petrified, managed a nod. Was Natsume reading his mind?

No, he wasn't. Because Natsume was quickly beginning to drift to sleep now, and in Ruka's mind, Natsume was not sleeping.

"Ne, Natsume," Ruka whispered in the raven-haired boy's ear. "Don't go to sleep."

"Mm."

"Come on. I'll keep you awake, okay?" Ruka's hands intwined in Natsume's messy locks of obsidian hair. He ran his fingers through its softness, secretly inhaling his delicious scent.

"Mm, yeah," Natsume said nonchalantly. "Thafeelsgood."

"Mhm," Ruka purred. "And so does this." Ruka traced his hands down Natsume's back, lifting his shirt and touching his smooth bare skin. He wound his way around to his front, tracing the lines of Natsume's abs… His—though it embarrassed Ruka to use such a phrase—rock hard abs.

Natsume only grunted a little in reply. Ruka couldn't stop himself anymore. His lips crashed upon Natsume's, and his controlling fingers fumbled with Natsume's belt, wasting no time.

Natsume, surprised, but too deep into his intoxicated stupor, relaxed into Ruka's grip and let him, still under the belief that yeah, it just felt good and kept him awake.

A strange fury and passion had overtaken Ruka, and for a long moment, he was controlling. His hands tore off Natsume's clothes, and in return, acting on reflex, Natsume pulled gently on Ruka's too. Anxious, crazy hands found their way quickly into Natsume's shorts, going right where they shouldn't be, making Natsume grab handfuls of Ruka's hair. The uncontrolled moan that came from Natsume a few moments later satisfied Ruka very much, so that he continued to press his mouth to his neck, to his chest, his stomach, until he made his way all the way down into the blankets and he was able to make Natsume cry out again. In a sick, weird way, Ruka had never tasted something so sweet.

After all was said and done, Ruka had gotten all out of Natsume that he had, and hadn't gotten much from the drunken boy in return. But nonetheless Ruka was suddenly happier than he'd been in a very long time. He'd gotten closer to Natsume than he'd ever dreamed, and felt, seen, smelled, heard, and tasted every part of him he's always wanted to. And he loved him so much. He smiled warmly as Natsume curled up and cuddled to Ruka's warm body.

"Now I'm warm," he concluded.

Ruka laughed. "Good."

"Can I sleep now?" Natsume asked, sounding like a child. Though nothing that just happened was in any way childlike.

Ruka grinned, stroking his best friend's hair lovingly. "Yes, Natsume."

"Mm," Natsume said, putting his face into Ruka's collarbone. His breath was warm on Ruka's naked skin.

Ruka's mind was a jumble of confusion and guilt underneath his physical euphoria. He felt intense chagrin toward the savage way he'd just behaved; the way he'd completely taken advantage of Natsume, and the fact that he had been aggressive. Ruka was not an aggressive person. The fact that his temptation had become that great and he couldn't hold himself was concerning to Ruka.

And, worse, in the morning, Natsume probably would have no idea any of it happened.

But, it was better than him being conscious, right? How would Ruka explain if Natsume recollected everything in the morning. Wait, what if he did?

Ruka panicked, but calmed himself with the thought that Natsume was simply too drunk. Almost guaranteed a blackout. Ruka had only wanted him to be his for a little while. Just once, he wanted to show Nat how much he loved him. He grew sad because tomorrow, it would be like he never knew, and he would walk straight back to Mikan.

It didn't matter. Right now, Natsume was right where Ruka wanted him: in his arms, warm, happy, and safe. He held the boy tighter, kissing his forehead gently.

Natsume murmured happily, almost inaudible, "Ruka, I love you."

Whether it was the alcohol talking or not now, Ruka beamed with joy. He kissed Natsume's lips now without fear and said, "I love you, Natsume." He closed his eyes and wished that at least that part, Natsume would remember tomorrow.